AS I stood in front of the mirror, washing my face preparing to go to bed, you can’t help taking a good hard look at yourself in the mirror. You go through the motions, you see past any imperfections of your face, and you look right into your eyes, and wonder how the rest of the world looks at you, even though they can’t possibly know you without peering into the depths of your gaze.
What type of Image are you trying to convey to the world when you are in the thick of it, or as my friends and I like to say; “Amongst it.” Do you ask your soul who you are? Or do you ask TV? No one seems comfortable in their own skin anymore, and they are trying to be someone else.
These deep seeded desires, created by Hollywood trends, Marketing and PR, they don’t care about your souls – they care about how much your soul will pay to look like her, or drink what he drinks… The late Bill Hicks once said – Everyone in Advertising and PR should go and kill themselves – I am not a cynical as he, yet I invite them to look into their souls when they use the latest beauty products at night.
Celebrity and Status make me ill; yet, I cannot turn my back on it. Everywhere you go; people are judged by how they look.
It’s wrong.
Let he who has committed no sins, cast the first stones. I have a penchant for throwing things, yet, stones are not my forte, and I am guilty as charged. How does one alleviate this curse from me? I feel like a slave to the dollar, needing it to survive, yet hating the temptation to party all weekend with wads of my hard earned cash.
Just the same as I perceive others, guiltily judging people before I even know them – I am sure the same can be said in reverse. That’s when you learn, the magical phrase “I don’t give a crap.” I really admire people who have that attitude. I always tell myself that I don’t give a crap – but we are bombarded by incessant publicity and propaganda.
I don’t know… I guess I am almost resigned to the fact that we are all one in the same… flocks following leaders who are chosen by how much money they have or what they look like – I am not talking about politicians – I am talking about celebrities… Marketing dictates our world now.
I can see the future of a grumpy old man ahead of me, but to pre-empt this dire consequence, I think I will move to the beach in a quaint town by the time I am 30. Damn – I am reading over this, and I am one jaded individual… Life is actually really good at the moment… so, I don’t know where this diatribe is coming from…
Errr… I am still going to post this, I hope you enjoyed it – maybe I am going skitz or something, I just want to go to bed now and read my book. Maybe this was a self righteous rant, when in fact; I can’t really play Devils Advocate at all… It’s not like I could quit my job tomorrow and go live the life of a recluse…
I guess when the monkey is in the pen – he will play. I am a bad boy, not righteous at all, and I am not about to kill myself over it. Sure, I wouldn't mind cutting my skin a little below the eye with my razor, because that makes me look kind of tough even though I am skinny, but it was an accident...
The life of a beach bum does sound mighty tempting though...